When we arrived to Shanghai at midnight, the airport was empty and the information desks closed.

We needed to have the address of the hostel translated into Chinese because in Shanghai this is the only way to ride a taxi if we want to reach our destination.

We decided to get help from the lady of the currency place. And there we went.

Our taxi driver has shown since the beginning quite insecure about the way (we noticed this by his gestures and because he insisted on shouting to us in Chinese, as if that could change anything).

Along the way, me and Susana, worried about the whole context, began to think of B plans. And. .. we ended up having to actually use all the plans we made​​.

After being left at 2 am in the middle of a unknown street in Shanghai and in the dark (the lights of the city are cleared to 22h) which seemed to us more like Amadora city (lisbon suburb area), we managed to get to our hostel with the help of of other two hotel employees and another taxi driver.